Tag Archives: Zidane

My mother’s love for futbol and the World Cup was boundless, timeless, and shameless. It crossed continents and generations; it brought us all together in enthusiasm and sometimes in disappointment; it created a kind of goofy, wild joy that was … Continue reading →

This year, again, I’ll sit with friends to watch the Euro 2012–my preference unchanged since the first time I saw the team of Spain, my vocal chords well-oiled and ready, my energy acceptable considering the heat and humidity. But most … Continue reading →